Any practicing LGBTQ Catholic is just as Catholic as any other Catholic. Like any other Catholic involved in mortal sin, they can repent and go to Confession to avoid the fires of hell and reach the glories of heaven.

I haven't figured out why yet, but there are some people on social media who could post how to solve world hunger or achieve peace in the Middle East, and no one would seem to notice or care. But others are so beloved by their platforms, they can simply post a picture of their breakfast, or even just write, "I farted" -- and they get a thousand likes, boosts, and zaps.

At my workplace, there are days (not often) when I fluidly identify as a transwoman. The reason is that sometimes the single-stall men's room is busy. And if I really, really have to go, I become a transwoman for a few minutes so I can do my business in the next room over. Once I come out, I'm a man again. No one has seen me come out the women's restroom yet, but when it happens, I dare anyone to complain about it in this environment of diversity and equity. Society is out of its mind, and I won't participate. Unless I really, really have to drop the kids off at the pool.

This kid says nostr won't really be in use 5 to 10 years from now. I can't say I agree, but it's still depressing to hear negative nancies like this.

When Twitter/X promotes brain-numbing, IQ-plummeting posts like this, you know it's time to get it out of your life.

Last weekend my wife and I were able to take our last kayak trip of the season. We purchased our kayaks very late in the season, so this was probably only our fourth trip. It's very peaceful, and we don't have to worry about gasoline costs or mechanical issues. We can just plop into the water wherever we want, and paddle around to our hearts' content. I've gotten to see beavers up close, plenty of flopping fish, herons and geese and ducks, other people's lakeside back yards, and other pleasant scenery. We usually bring a sandwich bag of summer sausage and cheese when we want a snack, and we beach our kayaks onto a shore somewhere to pray our daily rosary. We got plenty of sun this summer. Next spring I want to start catching some fish. So long, lake life!

I came across this page last night in a late 16th-century Catholic catechism written by St. Robert Bellarmine, doctor of the Church. I wonder what he -- and every other Catholic saint, ever -- would think about Pope Francis' view that priests may decide to bless same-sex couples. Evil may not be blessed. Pope Francis must be resisted by Catholic believers.

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